My desktop room kinda smells like feet.

I just helped out my mom with some school stuff on the computer and my dad with some email issues, feels kinda good actually, to help out my parents.

School is starting soon! I'm so looking forward to it. and 4.1 GPAs =P Oh, just completed my 2 day course of Problem-Solving and Creativity at International Plaza. So that makes 3 courses over the last 3 months. i never got to go on course when i was at the ministry the last time. i mean, weapons proficiency doesn't really count does it. i wanna go for jujitsu or ninjatsu or something.

So going by the courses i've attended, technically, i should be the following:

1. Trained Record Writer
2. Personally Effective
3. Problem Solver (hmmm... i don't think this really counts)
4. Creative

So if i roll it up all together, i would be a very good secretary. Who wants to hire me? I want good pay and fringe benefits. haha.

so anyway, i was thinking about what i'm going to do after i graduate from TRM, after university. and i guess i'm ready to say i'll take whatever life throws at me. seeing all the shit i've been through, i'm wiser than what i was. but my passion is still music, let's hope it goes somewhere along this line... i'll cut an album before i die, with self-penned songs =)

21 hours of EO, i need another 11 hours. which i'll get for Ching Ming this Sunday. i'm grateful for the smooth-sailing.

I must have gone insane

I'm about to break my personal record of 24 hours of wakefulness.

Ladies and gentlemen, 30 hours. Having been up since 6 p.m. on Sunday to do roadblock duties at an obscure corner of Singapore, till ending administrative work at 6 p.m. on Monday (today) at office. 24 hours right there.

I'd probably be going to bed at after midnight. Caffeine does wonderful things to the mind. Ngee Ann on the other hand, just makes me think angry thoughts. Ineffectual's the word. Are you unable hence disabled, or disabled, hence unable? Now that's something to chew on tonight.

I think recently my brain's been on overdrive. Think i'd have to archive some of these thoughts or else i'll just fizzle out. Gotta get hyped for school, and i'll be going for Freshmen Orientation Camp after all. Let's hope i integrate.

I'm a sensitive guy.

A true story and a true lesson of the wisdom we may gain from the choices we make in life:

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe that, when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some
boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do
you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew
that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay
on their team, but the father also understood that if
his son were allowed to play, it would give him a
much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to
be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field
and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The
boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing
by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him
in to bat in the ninth inning." Shay struggled over to
the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad
smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and
warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at
his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth
inning,

Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by
three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a
glove and played in the right field. Even though no
hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to
be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to
ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the
bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential
winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away
their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was
given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but
impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold
the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher,
recognizing the other team putting winning aside for
this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to
lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able
to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung
clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few
steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As
the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a
slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up
the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the
ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out
and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the
head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team
mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in
his life had Shay ever run that far but made it to
first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed
and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards
second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second
base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base,
the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on
their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his
team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball
to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood
the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally
threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the
runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way
Shay" Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop
ran to help him and turned him in the direction of
third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to
third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams
and those watching were on their feet were screaming,
"Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the
plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand
slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now
rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped
bring a piece of true love and humanity into this
world.

Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that
winter, having never forgotten being the hero and
making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing
his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the
day!

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it
treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

Footnote:

This left an impression on me.

Look ma, no hands!

Invisibility in the near future?

In other news,

Singers get the ladies. Too bad they're just birds.

Performers... True, performers.

i'm in love with the new honda civic and i'll shamelessly rip this ad off from a link from Candice's blog.

i love choirs, they thrill me.

Check out this ad!

Its a good afternoon to all of you

Okay, i tend to blog more when i'm feeling down or depressed, or negative. but the recent few days have been good to me. i've a list of things to accomplish.

1. Pack both my rooms
2. Fix up my new laptop (yay! new laptop)
3. Purchase a wireless router
4. Continue with my diet control and workouts (yeah baby)
5. Cycle at least once every 3 days
6. Get a tan (remember the sun lotion)

Estimated timeframe, one month. Time for personal effectiveness to kick in.

Music is good for the soul.

My broken self is slowly piecing itself together
ever so slowly
This closure that i need to have
distant but probable
My melodies wash over myself
and carry me away
Learning from my folly and innocence

So many promises you've given me
so many lies
Yet again and again i forgive you

I will pick myself up
No wallowing in self-pity
This world is a harsh place
The only dependance is me.

Buried under documents.

Alright, i've received my enrollment package from Ngee Ann Polytechnic. along with five hundred thousand forms i have to send back to them. i'm flabbergasted.

there's a credit form, giro authorisation form, laptop buying form, financial aid form, what my pet does for a living form (okay i made that up), you get the idea. strange because my friend who graduated from Singapore Polytechnic didn't get all of these. they just kinda told him to report to school. now isn't that so much better?

anyway, enough of that. i'm currently really into youtube. haha, its real funny shit. how come we don't get MADTV in Singapore!? instead we get stuff like channel 8's jackneo and mark variety show, which stopped being funny about, 10 years ago. i mean, whenever i watch it, i mean, if i do watch it accidentally in the first place, i can only roll my eyes at their punchlines. well, it could be my poor command of Chinese that's getting in the way. but their visual gags aren't any better. aww well.

back on track, go search for 'Ms Swan' or 'Stuart' on youtube. both are MAD TV comedy, and they're both good. youtube might lag a bit though, so give it a while. they don't let you download but there are ways around that...

actually getting into Ngee Ann in about a month's time kinda intimidates me a little. because i haven't studied in like 6 years (no, JC doesn't count.) but this time i'd make it. because what makes me tick has changed. for the better. its like me getting an upgrade, like a computer, dang, that's the geek in me speaking up again. must... suppress.. disruption is a pain, and NP isn't helping. i was getting all geared up to start my registration when i realised that i couldn't do it.

apparently they want me to do it next week. why?! this makes me wring my hands. in annoyance. maybe i shoulda went for Singapore Polytechnic. they've their own MRT! but i should be cycling to school. yes, i digress many times.

now the question is, which laptop should i get, because i've to decide. pronto. i wish i had someone to go to the roadshow to, like taking the same course. but i don't. ah well. oh i've to take a passport size photo too, think i'll use my own digital camera and print it out on my own. beats paying six bucks. money is hard to earn.

i think living in Singapore is kinda sad, in a good way. i'll write about it in my next post.

Not all titles sound like song titles, although mine might. sometimes.

This blog is going to feature longer, more insightful, and interesting entries. Hopefully, most of the time, unless i'm out of character.

I will write like, i've never written before. and truth to be told, i haven't seriously wrote anything in maybe, five years? i don't even remember when the last time was when i went shopping for my own writing pen. maybe back in China, Beijing.

My thoughts tend to be fragmented, hence my writing style. it'll grow on you, this conversational tirade. whoever 'you' might be. this blog can still be classified as "undisclosed" i guess. its only officially open when like, more than a dozen people read it, but that's by my definition/standards.

i like comedy, performing arts. comic strips like Dilbert. and Baby Blues. the quiet-punchline-humour type. i'm not easily amused though, so i guess my standards could be high. stupid things make me happy too. like 'Dude! Where's My Car' kinda thing. or MAD TV.

anyway, enough about me. enough of smilies and rhetorics. i wanna go for something radical. something that's not me, better than me. like being punctual more. or having a neat room. or reformatting my computer, that kinda thing.

Hence, the blog title.

There won't be any password-protected shit. Because if i felt that way, then i won't write it down. haha, easy right. just keep it in your head, or write it down in a notepad file on your desktop. or key it into my Blackberry. personally, i feel that once you post on a blog, its open to the public eye right, so if you gotta block anything, it just defeats the purpose of writing an open diary in the first place. unless you just like keeping people in suspense! haha, that exclamation mark is so out of place. i don't usually do exclamations.

anyway, you could expect anything, tech news, or a pic-blog, or poetry if i feel like it. i really need to revamp my room. i have bugs on the table, 24/7. must be all the stale medication.

this could go on forever, like a river meanders.

Good night!

My first post

Ok look, if you're here but you don't know me, please go away.

Disclaimer:

What i say in here, is mostly out of jest. haha, so don't take me too seriously. unless of course, you're a dumbass. now go away.